I have known love, without any fear.

I have known pain, and shed many a tear.

I have known loss, when I was a boy.

I have known you, who gave me much joy.


This life that I live, is far from great.

I'm lucky to have friends, let alone a date.

I do have support, from the ones I love.

And I know God cares, from high above.


Why must I go through, these trials that be?

Tribulations of sorts, that are affecting me.

When will things get better? When will they end?

These walls I've put up, I must defend.


Communication has been lost.

For high tech gadgets, but at what cost?

We no longer speak, face to face.

Now it's a matter, of keeping pace.


And so many are lonely, and in great pain.

They are hurting so much, is it all in vain?

Our friends are now computers, O' don't you see?

Why is this happening? How can this be?

I wish I could run away, to a magical place.

Where I would be happy, with a smile on my face.

I could be young, and have a new start.

I would never grow old, or have a sad heart.


There is no worries, and there is no fear.

I would have many friends, and lots of cheer.

We would play all day, and all night as well.

I think it would be heaven, instead of hell.


But alas... there is no, never never land.

I can only be me, and not Peter Pan.

This life that I live, is lonely at best.

I've built the strength, to survive any test.


After I grow old and die, a ghost I will be.

Haunting these people, who are hurting me.

I shall get revenge, in a tormented sort of way.

Reeking havoc in there lives, until there dying day.


I guess that will be, my never never land.

I guess that will be, where I make my last stand.

I will laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more.

I will have lots of fun, without being a bore.


And so I leave you, with this thought on your mind.

Today might be hell, but tomorrow you must find.

A way to get even, and a way to have fun.

Because in the afterlife, it is them that will run.

Have you ever had a ******, stuck inside your nose?

You blow so hard, you get pain down in your toes.

You try your best, and you try with all your might.

It refuses to come out, all of the day and night.

The ****** has made a home, in your head it seems.

You blow some more, and even try some creams.

No matter what you do, the thing will not come out.

You pull your hair, then scream and shout.

How desperate you become, to try something new.

But what on Earth, could you possibly do?

Maybe if you stuck your finger in? No, that would be insane.

Or stick your head upside down, out in the freezing rain?

You have tried creams and gels, and a Q tip or two.

But nothing is working, and nothing will do.

And then one day, without even a thought.

You sniff real hard, and BEHOLD something caught!

Down the back of your nose, and into your throat it will ride.

Now it's in your stomach, where it can happily hide.

But you swallowed it!  That's really, really gross!

Do you even care though, as long as it's out of your nose?

Have you ever noticed that when you type

you often loose a letter here and there?

We blame it on ourselves

and we say it was and error.

But I am starting to think

that there is a computer troll lurking about

And if it don't get caught soon

I will give Eliot a shout

I would imagine this troll is like Bigfoot

always there but never seen

I think he likes our letters

And I think he's rather mean

He doesn't just take one or two

But he'll leave the words a mess

This is really ******* me off

I guess I must confess

So if you see him running by

tell him I'm on to him

Because if I ever catch up to him

his future will look grim